Simone Graves

admit it

its not really like it's that different of a situationsure the circumstances are different.

turn your eye away from that bodyit twists into shapes i cannot understandand i cant reinvent the shape with my ownit isnt fair to a tortured soul such as my owni'm convinced i will never be enoughconvinced myself that long agoand it was with his words that confirmed thatdo the pains in my iris's show?

flow through me like the notes of that song flows swiftly through the pianos keysi want to be able to flow with just as much ease.you are not to be polouted, we are not to be polouted with strange movement.i will dance in a movement pure just as predicted before.

i long to be lovely such as you.perhaps it is why i created in my own mind perfection of you.put you on that pedistool for me to look up to.and when you fell off, it was all i could do not to run.i let you know i accept you because you are humanbut that was not where my mind was

DIFFERENT LEVEL.you're on a completely seperate plain than I..and i so desperately wish i could fly as high as youabove the trees i look so longingly up atyou are above thatand i don't like that.because i can't explain it for you to understandyou know you are just a manbut i know you know the way they view you.

as a god.they all see you as nothing short of a god.and i know this to be truebecause for so long that was how i viewed you.but now i see so plainly perhaps it is jealousyand that i admit angers me profuselybecause i don't want to be less than younot even in my own eyes.

MOVEME.

they watch him with eyes so longing.every single one of them wantingwishing they could pass by himget to touch his sleeve.but he comes home with me.but i feel he likes them longing.i feel he can't help but feel the highthat comes along with them wanting him to walk by